"Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me" - Elvis-the-king-Presley
TWO
Have you ever had the feeling of knowing someone is trouble when he walks in? So maybe it’s only Swift and I that share this feeling because, hell, what a God! What a dimpled god! Not only Harry, but all of them are no exception. A hot, messy bunch trouble and I can hardly wait for the day ahead; no more running into these boys in the corridor for just a mere of seconds, but I get to spend a whole day breathing the same air as them. It’s gonna be fun at the very least.
I carefully watch Harry and his, um, gang walking towards Ben and I. I say carefully because I cannot miss anything from this boy, I can already feel the heat warming all of my body and soul. He waves to everyone around but never falters in his path toward us, getting closer and pulling Ben into his large and tattooed arms.
“What’s up, Winst?” The curly one welcomes him in his best style, never hiding the grin and his early morning appearance. No doubt it is why he is one of the most desired of the group; his gorgeous features fit perfectly together with the pair of dimples that make him look cute, even in this manlier outfit. What is left of me is melting inside and I’m not complaining.
A few words with Ben and he turns to me. “Hi, I’m Harry!”
Of course I know who you are, silly boy. Jesus, he’s definitely looking at me with these green deep eyes and I need to stop fangirling before I lose my job. “And you are...?”
“Lilly! I’m Modest’s assistant, nice to meet you.” My hand meets his as my smile gets bigger and our eyes share a gaze from paradise, as I would say. Can I touch his dimples? I wanna dig my fingers so deep in those cheek holes right now, it’s so frustrating. How gorgeous can this not-so-little kid be?
“Oh yeah! Ben told us you were supposed to come.” He keeps staring at me, and I don’t know how to feel other than wishing there would be only Harry Styles and I in a perfect world full of colourful unicorns. “Foo Fighters, huh?”
What? I take some time figuring out why he have mentioned the Foos before he points his finger to my customized grey shirt. “Favourite band, I would-”
“Benjamin Boy!” And another one of them comes interrupting our little flirty-conversation. “I’ve heard you’re Lilly, right?” He doesn’t even lose time before showing me his large, flawless smile. I can’t help myself noticing his breath taking features hidden under his snapback and his stubble. This madness needs to stop right now otherwise I will give up and slap Modest and Antony for putting me here.
“And you must be Liam!” Before I could even react, I’m in his arms and I feel fine, very fine. “Really nice to meet you.” I recover from the hug and soon I see Niall coming along. “Irish, come here!”
He runs on his feet to get closer and Niall gets me in a bone-breaking hug. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you!” I watch the blonde, so comfortable with himself. His extra-big sized basketball jersey and messy snapback style makes me wonder which high school in the neighbourhood he ran away from. I gotta say he’s a really nice guy, I really missed talking about guitars and drinking Guinness with him. Irish style, you know.
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Roads || Tomlinson
Fanfiction❝because all the roads I may take, even the most winding ones, always lead me back to you❞ She always knew every soul is a sum of all people we have ever met. She always knew nothing happens by chance. She always knew she is the only one responsible...
